Orpha Elzetta Nicoll Greer
by her daughter Florence Leoma
Greer Crosby
Orpha Elzetta Nicoll was born in American Fork, Utah, the
seventh child of a family of twelve children (four boys and eight girls). She
moved with her parents to Washington City near St. George, Utah, about 1870. The family lived here until December 1879 when they
moved to St. Johns, Arizona, where her father built a fine two-story home.
On March 29, 1885, Mother was married to my father, John
Harris Greer, in St. Johns, Arizona by David K. Udall. Mother gave birth to
fourteen living children who were all married before her death in 1944. Tom was
her only child who preceded her in death.
Mother was a good manager in her home. She was a good
housekeeper and cook. She was kind and good and loved her children and taught
us to do all the household tasks well. She did all of the sewing for her
children and we were neatly clothed. She was hospitable and a good neighbor to
all. She loved music. I remember well my sister and I receiving
$1 for learning our music notes and our first little piece on the piano.
Mother developed high blood pressure in her later years and
died as a result of a stroke while visiting her son James in Whittier,
California. She was brought back to St. Johns, Arizona, and buried beside her
husband.
Orpha Elzetta Nicoll Greer
by Margaret Stradling
Ballantyne
(daughter of
Catherine Ellen Greer)
She was always worrying about Uncle Ray—her baby. It seems
he would leave home as a teenager and not let her know where he was.
Watching her put cardboard in the bottom of her shoes when
they had holes in them.
She kept mint candies in her dresser drawer—they were always
available to me.
Walking from Church one Sunday night when I must have been
fairly young, she showed me the Milky Way—a beautiful starlit night.
In her later years she lived in Mesa in the winter and did
temple work. In the summer she lived at Uncle John Greer’s motel.
She was an excellent housekeeper and cook—very fastidious
and careful about her person. She loved to have me brush her hair.
There were lilac bushes along the path to her front door and
mint plants planted inside a discarded tire.
She would let me make cinnamon rolls from leftover bread
dough.
She made and liked “clabber.” This was made by letting milk
sit on the back of the wood stove. It soured and thickened and was probably
much like our sour cream.
She loved music and would play her Enrico Caruso opera
records on the phonograph.
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